Cruz:
Fuck me.
I couldn't stay in that goddamn room another second.
Not without tearing that tiny little scrap of clothing off her body and burying myself inside her.
Baby pink satin. Tiny little shorts that barely covered her sweet ass. A loose tank clinging to curves I wanted my hands all over.
It took every shred of control I had to turn away. My fists were clenched, my jaw tight, my blood boiling under my skin.
I was halfway down the hall, my boots heavy against the concrete, when I heard it.
Sharp. Furious. Shaky.
“CRUZ DE LA ROSA!”
I stopped dead.
Slowly, a wicked, predatory grin curled across my lips. She had no f*****g clue what she'd just unleashed.
She used my full f*****g name.
Every dark part of me flared to life. Every primal, territorial instinct I had screamed Mi
